CALLED IN LOVE

Now it seems that
I’m crafting music all around
Through my soul
Like a weaver;
At the rim of my fancy,
Drunken with the ecstasy;
Painting in your eyes.
I am available not to me now;
But I reel beyond
The accommodations,
This world can give…
With the beloved in my arms,
I unfold to rest
Unto the divine heart…

-Morvick

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